Isaiah 40


“Cry out!” says the Lord.  

“What shall I cry?” I ask.  

“All men are like grass,

And their glory is like the flowers of the field.  

The grass withers.  

The flowers fall because the breath of the Lord blows on them.  

Surely the people are like grass.  

The grass withers and the flowers fall, 

BUT the WORD of our GOD stands FOREVER. “


Safe Here Under this Pier

A storm is coming in

I can see it in the waves and the wind

Some miles off in the sky

The gray-dark and the why

Lightening to my left, aways out

Thunder in my ears, it shouts

High alert

Beach hazard

But I am safe here

Under this pier

Against a log leaned back

Pen, page, Bible in my pack

I feel a promised peace

A reassurance speaks

You are my Shelter and Shade

My Refuge and Hiding Place